j’écris la poésie au lieu d’étudier.


This one doesn’t have a title.

I feel the lack of you in midnight hours,
darkness that echoes cold and silence
Sunrise brings solitude without warmth…
and I miss you.
Foolish, it seems, that I should seek you
in all the places you aren’t
The light in corners can’t make you clear…
and I’m alone.
So much of life is you, from hallways and windows
to quiet rooms
Your voice comes right beside me…
and you’re far away.
Absence is not lasting or eternal,
for that which leaves one point arrives somewhere
Though I’ll feel you pass behind me you’ll be distant…
you’re never quite as far as when you’re near.

I generally like it. It’s a little more than I’ve put into recent work.


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